George’s POV:

  “Oh my God” I mumbled under my breath that woman has it.

  “Ok kids come inside and play nice.”

  “Yes Mam.” Me and Rory said as we saluted, and we started walking in the room.

  “Aww, so respectful.”

  “What did you show them?” Mom asked Mrs. Honey.

  “Trade secret.” Mrs. Honey said with a wink. Going to the door and closing it.

  Inside, we saw a very colorful room. There was even an indoor playground! We walked over to the other kids, their were five other kids.

  “Hi, I’m George.” I said cheerfully.

  “Hi, I’m Rory” Rory said in the exact same voice.

  The other kids started laughing hysterically.

  The first one up was a girl with blue hair. “I’m Sapphire, like my hair.”

  “Wow, you’re made of a gem, how much are you worth.” I said jokingly.

  “No!” She said irritated. “My name is Sapphire, I’m not made of Sapphire.”

  “Don’t worry, she just has a big ego.” A boy with Brown hair said.

  “A big ego, that’s the understatement of the century, Gods fear the power of her ego!” a girl with rainbow tie dye hair said, holding back her laughter.

  “Guy’s, why do you always do this” Sapphire whined. “And, it’s not ego, it’s pride, and yes, my power does get boosted by my pride.”

  “Cool, my power comes from a Magic Ball” I said.

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  “AHHHHH” Sapphire screamed and punched me.

  I don’t know what happened next, but when I came to, I was in a block of ice. ‘Hmmm shouldn’t I be cold…..’ I thought. ‘oops, there it is!’ I complained mentally. ‘Balley, can you get me out?’ I mentally asked.

  ‘Squeek sqeek sqeek squeek sqeek.’ Balley mentaly responded

  ‘Seriously you’re frozen too.’ well only one thing to do in a situation like this.

  Time to do the mental Macarena.

  ‘One maka two maka three makarena four maka five maka six macarena seven maka eight maka nine

  makarena ayyy makarena.’ I mentally sang

  ‘Squeek sqeek sqeek squeek sqeek squeek sqeek sqeek squeek sqeek squeek sqeek sqeek squeek sqeek squeek sqeek sqeek squeek sqeek squeek sqeek sqeek squeek sqeek’ Balley mentally sung to the tune of the makarena.

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  [Haha! I have killed my other personalities and wrote this chapter by myself!] (Not entirely true, we're still alive, he just posted the chapter he wrote without telling us. I appologise for Author#3's behavior)

  BANNANA!!!!!!